Paroles et traduction Vacca feat. Jamil - Merci beaucoup

Merci beaucoup

Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci
Merci beaucoup
Trappo in casa da prima di te, tu in casa sì ma coi genitori
Vendete 5g a settimana e vi sentite tutti spacciatori
Fatto i soldi in strada prima che la musica mi dette il pane
Cominciato a scrivere sta merda, prima ancora di sapere contare
Qg taglia corto tipo espresso, che sei il risultato di un incesto
Quale fama ma quale successo dimmi che c'hai fame che ha più senso
Le donne di cui tanto ti vanti, nemmeno col cazzo del mio cervo
Figa la tua tipa figa la sua amica sembrano accessori per il cesso
Qg gangsta sì dal giorno uno, tutto arrosto qg niente fumo
Se c'è Biggie non passa nessuno, loco loco come braco e fudok
Fo fotte un cazzo dei tuoi problemi
I miei non me li risolve nessuno
Prendi le tue cose e fatti le valigie, dopo vedi di andare affanculo!
Uagliò, no love between you and me
Trapcore, da mo', Don Don, Jamil
Ajò, my love, sex on the beach
New flow, new style
Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci
Merci beaucoup
Sempre fresco qg sempre fresco
Il segreto è che io non invecchio
Piscio sempre in testa a questa scena
E do ancora fastidio alla tua scema
Giovane sì molto più di te
In Italia san tutti chi sono
Il motivo è che qg mi sono fatto da me
Qg passa il tempo, il tempo qg passa
Eppure qg rimango sempre lo stesso
Stessi modi qg stessa testa qg stesso viso qg ma diverso aspetto
I sogni sono andati a farsi fottere un po' come tutto quanto il resto
Qui a Corvetto fottono con me, come a Quarto, a Baggio, a Cini e Sesto
In acqua con gli squali senza salvagente
In estate in studio tu invece al Papete
Peso ancora ma non sono un tuo cliente
Ti chiedi ancora perché non mi prendete
Maturo grazie alle esperienze, ma qg ho la testa di un adolescente
Vuoi fare la fine mia? Muori presto e vivrai giovane per sempre
Uagliò, no love between you and me
Trapcore, da mo', Don Don, Jamil
Ajò, my love, sex on the beach
New flow, new style
Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci
Merci beaucoup
Guerra come Al Qaeda, amo fare faida
Guarda il flow nella canna un'arma
Ora di puntarla in faccia a chi parla, parla
Senti quanto parla scuse dopo scuse questa merda non salva
Tanto non ti sento sei la prossima salma
Tanto non mi pento, è come farsi una canna
Un angelo sulla mia spalla che
Balla che mi dice calma frate, che calma
A forza di aspettare frate ho la barba
Questo deve pagare più di una gamba
Ti pensavi in gamba, un ragazzo sveglio
Invece marchi male tipo un disegno, tu mi dici tutto filo per segno
Tu non sei il Cartello tu sei un cartello
Ya, ya
Niente frate non sei mio fratello niente pugno frate niente cinque
Prendi cinque pugni in faccia, sì, da mio fratello
Sono ancora sveglio, sono ancora in guerra,
Sono fatto per sta merda, sì
Sono ancora il meglio, sono ancora in forma,
Sono ancora lo stesso Jamil
Uagliò, no love between you and me
Trapcore, da mo', Don Don, Jamil
Ajò, my love, sex on the beach
New flow, new style
Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci (beaucoup merci)
Beaucoup merci
Merci beaucoup

Thank You Very Much

Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much
Thank you very much
I was trapping at home before you, you were at home too, but with your parents
You sell 5g a week and you all feel like dealers
I made money on the streets before music gave me bread
Started writing this shit before I even knew how to count
Qg cuts short like espresso, that you're the result of incest
What fame, what success, tell me you're hungry, that makes more sense
The women you brag about so much, not even with my deer's dick
Your girl's a bitch, her friend's a bitch, they look like toilet accessories
Qg gangsta yeah from day one, all roast qg no smoke
If Biggie's here, no one gets through, loco loco like braco and fudok
I don't give a fuck about your problems
No one solves mine
Pack your things and get your bags, then see to go to hell!
Girl, no love between you and me
Trapcore, for a long time, Don Don, Jamil
Come on, my love, sex on the beach
New flow, new style
Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much
Thank you very much
Always fresh qg always fresh
The secret is that I don't age
I always piss on the head of this scene
And I still annoy your dumb girl
Young yeah, much younger than you
In Italy everyone knows who I am
The reason is that qg I made myself
Qg time passes, time qg passes
Yet qg I always stay the same
Same ways qg same head qg same face qg but different look
Dreams went to fuck themselves a bit like everything else
Here in Corvetto they fuck with me, like in Quarto, Baggio, Cini and Sesto
In the water with the sharks without a life jacket
In the summer in the studio, you instead at Papete
I still weigh but I'm not your client
You still wonder why you don't get me
Mature thanks to experiences, but qg I have the head of a teenager
Want to end up like me? Die early and you'll live young forever
Girl, no love between you and me
Trapcore, for a long time, Don Don, Jamil
Come on, my love, sex on the beach
New flow, new style
Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much
Thank you very much
War like Al Qaeda, I love to feud
Look at the flow in the barrel of a gun
Time to point it in the face of who talks, talks
Listen to how much he talks, excuses after excuses, this shit doesn't save
I can't hear you anyway, you're the next corpse
I don't regret it anyway, it's like smoking a joint
An angel on my shoulder who
Dances that tells me calm down bro, what calm
By waiting bro I have a beard
This one has to pay more than a leg
You thought you were smart, a bright boy
Instead you mark badly like a drawing, you tell me everything thread by thread
You're not the Cartel, you're a sign
Ya, ya
Nothing bro, you're not my brother, no fist bro, no five
Take five punches in the face, yeah, from my brother
I'm still awake, I'm still at war,
I'm made for this shit, yeah
I'm still the best, I'm still in shape,
I'm still the same Jamil
Girl, no love between you and me
Trapcore, for a long time, Don Don, Jamil
Come on, my love, sex on the beach
New flow, new style
Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much (thank you very much)
Thank you very much
Thank you very much